Well, this is my first blog of the new year, and a whole heck of a lot has happened since I've been away. For instance:
- I turned the big Three-Oh - Yes, that's right, I'm officially a 30-year old. Sadly, I can no longer claim the rights to being a "20-something." Although, let's face it, I've been old and boring for quite a while. 30 really feels no different than say 26, 27, 28 or 29. Birthdays seemed to lose their magic pretty much after I hit my teen years. Once you take away Chuck E. Cheese, can you *really* call it a birthday "party" anymore?
- Mamba scores 81 - Kobe Bryant (who incidentally nicknamed himself "Mamba" before the season started) dropped 81 points on the Toronto Raptors. He shot his way through double-teams, triple-teams, quadruple-teams, you name it. Some might call it being a ball hog, but let's face it, all of the other Laker players were colder than Gary Coleman's career. The Lakers were down by 18 well into the 3rd quarter, so in my book, Kobe was well within his rights to start shooting the lights out. I don't think I'll ever see a performance like that again. Well, of course until next week, when Mamba throws down 97.
- R.I.P. to UPN and The WB - The two networks virtually no one bothers to watch have finally thrown in the towel. That's right, beginning in September both UPN and The WB will disappear into thin air, much like David Copperfield's relationship with Claudia Schiffer. Fret not, Smallville lovers. The two will merge, like Voltron, into a single, more powerful entity known as... um... The CW (the C is for CBS -- the folks who own UPN, and the W is for Warner Bros.). Hey, I'm all for anything that phases out The Parkers and Quintuplets, but The CW? Is that the best they could come up with? I guess the don't teach Originality 101 in TV executives school.
- The Pussycat Dolls are like a real singing group now - So let me get this straight, a kooky burlesque-inspired stage show that Carmen Electra helped to get off the ground has somehow morphed into a hit-making machine? How is that possible? The closest thing I can equate this to would be Zack, Slater, Screech, and the gang's band, Zack Attack, making it big after Saved By the Bell, and recording a stack of chart-toppers. Only one thing is clear. With song titles like "Don't Cha" and "Stickwitchu," grammar is not job one with the Pussycat Dolls.
- Janet Jackson bares her breast on national TV! - Um, ok this happened in January of 2004, but still, totally shocking, right?
In any case, I did miss out on quite a bit of news, and that's why I vow to write more regularly from here on out. No really, at least a couple times a week. Well, unless I get lazy again or something. But really what are the chances of that? Hey. Stop laughing.
Until next time!
